Held at arms length
I struggle against the current.
The expanding space between us
is muffling and dense.
I know that clawing the particles
only pushes what I want away,
yet I can’t help myself.
Abandoned. That’s how it feels
when thoughts dwell in this space.
Picked up, enjoyed, dropped, forgotten.
A reflection on me more than it is on you
Though the bitterness wishes you swim harder
Over thinking, complicating our honest simplicity
Tugging only loosens my grip,
The internal longing causing me to slip.
Hot faced and cold handed,
I lost balance.
Life teaching me to let go
and practice non attachment.
What I have is enough!
And there it is;
That innate red power waiting
at the pit of my spine.
An energy that knows more
than my thoughts will allow right now.
Of wonders in the unknown
and the potential that’s ready to seep
through the cracks of life’s lessons.
A constellation of scarring, bruising and bustling health
That compiles this moving vessel I inhabit.
So I stop resisting.
Accept that control is an unachievable invention
and how wonderfully freeing it is.
Embracing the chaos
Unleashing this orchestra of vibrations to disperse,
leaping into the unknown with shear faith it will catch me
and weave me into the complex tapestry of this universe.
